Tales from the Emergency Department; in which a man who wallows in nostalgia, and secretly wishes he were a Victorian KnifeMan rants about his work and what passes for a life.
He's heard it might be therapeutic...
Names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Any resemblence to parties alive or dead is purely coincidental

Sunday, April 03, 2011

30 DSC Day 22

22: A Song You Listen To When You're Sad.

Too many to count, but this is an oldy, one I used to over-lsten to mourning the break-up of a relationship.

I can still smell her perfume when I hear this song. I think (hope) she's happy now. Most of my exes seem to be. Maybe I'm a pit stop on the road to happiness.

I'm suspecting that there are a few things that are not happening the way you'd planned right now. Life, work, only you know the specifics...it does suck being a grown up. (anyone who told you different was lying)

I'm a pretty good listener; not sure if you want/need someone to talk to, someone to kick you in the ass....or maybe just big hugs ;)

After spending the last 7 hours being lulled into a coma by the gentle rocking of the platelet agitator(I usually park it in Blood Bank)it occurred to me that you must be on the way on to work about now.

Have noticed that your friends are getting worried about you as well.Alex, come on, if you don't talk to someone about what's going on it will just fester. Might be easier for you to put it in writing.

You know you've got to work through the crap that's fucking with your head. Yes, it's probably the shite at work that's tipped the balance, but I know you've been a wee bit friable as of late. Let it out...it's not supposed to be easy, but if you just suppress it it will come back to bite you in the arse.

Let this be your virtual sternal rub (G rated version)....trying hard to get some sort of reaction out of you to make sure you're still alive! (go ahead and tell me to fuck off if that makes you feel any better)

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